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Sarah Johnson, SBD

Certified Birth & Bereavement Doula® serving Lubbock, Texas

email: SarahJohnson.SBD@stillbirthday.info

 

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I am a certified SBD labor and postpartum doula.
It is my passion and honor to walk with my clients through their pregnancies and births regardless of what path is set before them.
I specialize in NICU, bereavement/loss, rainbow/subsequent births after loss, adoption, surrogacy, difficult diagnosis and VBACs.
My passion is to see every woman experience birth in a way that is empowering and validates their motherhood.

Everyone has different desires in where and how they birth, but one thing we all crave is validation and respect. It is my goal to support you in achieving your birthing desires, I support all types of birth.
Prenatally: A lending library is available to all my clients and covers a wide range of topics; during our prenatal appointment we cover your birthing desires, answer any questions you have, and in general get to know one another better. I am also open to attending a doctors/midwife appointment with you to either meet you healthcare provider or in cases of difficult diagnosis just be there with you. 

During Labor: It is my honor to support your unique birthing choices and help you achieve your desires. And after birth help preserve the atmosphere so you may have the time with your baby that you desire and need.

Postpartum: I am available to answer any questions about breastfeeding, pumping, donating milk or drying up milk supply. I also provide information (and tutorials when requested) on general newborn’s needs, baby wearing, cloth diapering and safe room sharing options. In situations of having to return home without a baby (either due to loss or extended hospitalization) I offer specialized services designed to meet the mother’s and families’ needs.

I serve the west Texas region including: Lubbock, Midland/Odessa, Amarillo and surrounding communities.

 

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Stephanie Nalley, SBD, Chaplain

Nobody Knew but Me

Told by: Brionne

I was 21 when I had my son. The getting pregnant part was easy (and accidental), but the being pregnant part was really hard.

I was horribly sick with morning sickness then when I finally got over that I developed pre-eclampsia and was put on bed rest. My son was born at exactly 37 weeks, all 8lbs 9oz of him. He was/is absolutely beautiful. Even when I was pregnant and miserable, I loved it.

I loved him moving and hiccuping and kicking.. I loved seeing my belly grow. I knew that I wanted more kids. I knew that I wanted my kids to be close in age, just like I was with my brothers. So when my husband and I divorced, I was heartbroken for my son for a lot of reasons.. one of them being that I knew he might not ever get the siblings I always so wanted for him.

Fast forward to 7 years later… I waited until I was a week late with my period before I took a home pregnancy test and “Pregnant” popped up immediately. A surprise pregnancy. But an oh so happy pregnancy because I already knew that this baby would be 8 years younger than my son, but my son LOVES babies and younger kids. He always has. As soon as I found out, I wanted to tell him. I wanted him to be excited and I wanted him to know that he had someone coming for him.. but I decided to wait until after my 8 week check-up at the doctor’s when they did the sonogram so I could show him the picture. I decided to wait to tell the rest of my family as well. I told a few friends and that was it.

One of my best friends told me to take another test about 6 weeks, so I did. The plus, again, popped up immediately, confirming the original test. A few days after this, at 6 weeks, I started spotting after a pap smear, so I called the doctor in panic. She told me everything was fine and that it was normal. They said they would see me in a couple weeks. They said don’t worry. So I didn’t worry. I kept taking my prenatal vitamins, kept rubbing my belly while imagining this little boy or girl growing in there, kept picturing the future of my family with two kids, kept picturing my son as an older brother.. such a wonderful, loving older brother.

At my 8 week check-up my doctor did a sonogram. She searched and searched and searched. She said maybe she just wasn’t getting a good picture. She said maybe I wasn’t as far along as we thought. Then she sent me across the street to an imaging place. The lady there was very gentle. She did an internal ultrasound and an external. She said everything looked great as far as my body, but she said there was no heartbeat.

As she walked me out she said maybe I got a false positive on my home pregnancy test. My doctor called me as soon as I got out to my car and told me to go have my blood drawn to check my hormone levels. By this time I had been bounced around everywhere and it was 5pm. I went just next door to the lab, but they were closed. I cried the whole way home. I had one last pregnancy test, and I wanted to know. So I peed on the stick and waited… and waited…. and waited. Until “Not Pregnant” popped up.

And my heart broke into a million pieces, just shattered on the floor. This baby, this little boy or girl that I had waited for and wanted so badly for so long, this precious little being, this amazing little baby that I loved from the second I knew, that I wanted from before I knew… was gone. Not just gone, but gone before I even knew. When the doctor told me everything was okay, it wasn’t. And I still believed for two weeks that this miracle was coming when it was gone already. Because I hadn’t told my son, my family, my boss, or anybody else, nobody knew why I was crying.

Nobody knew why I couldn’t get out of bed. Nobody knew why I couldn’t function. And I felt like I couldn’t tell them because he or she was gone. Was I having a boy or a girl? Maybe was I having twins? Was he going to be tall like his father? Was she going to have red hair and green eyes like me? Would he look just like his brother? Would she like sports? Would he like games? What would have happened? All of these questions that I imagined that I will never know the answer to. Cause they were taken before I ever had the chance.

And, honestly, sometimes I feel like I don’t have a right to mourn. Nobody knew but me. My belly didn’t grow big. I didn’t hear his or her heartbeat. I didn’t have to give birth. But my heart knows that’s wrong. My heart knows I lost something so tiny but so monumental. Now I find myself just trying to find a way to honor him or her in my way, without making things awkward for everyone around me who just wants me to move on or get over it or whatever else they say. Now I find myself just trying to be okay, to get from day to day.. I just don’t know how.

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My Sweet Ava

Told by: Elise

I found out that I was pregnant on May 17, 2013. Part of me was so excited, but I mostly felt terrified. I am 17 years old, and I was not planning this pregnancy.

I am lucky enough to have a supportive family who, although they were angry with me, were willing to help me as long as I took responsibility for myself and my baby. I am in high school, and I arranged to graduate in December (my due date was January 6) so that I could take a semester off with my baby before going to college. School was incredibly hard this year. I was taking a lot of hard classss so that I could still graduate with an honors diploma and I was working about 30 hours a week after school and on weekends.

On top of that, people at school were incredibly judgmental. Even people who I thought were friends abandoned me because of my new reputation. I went through my pregnancy alone apart from my family and boyfriend. I found out I was having a girl, and I was so excited, despite everything going on. We decided to name her Ava Grace. On october 6, when I was exactly 27 weeks, I went to the emergency room because I hadn’t felt Ava move in a couple of days. The nurses taking care of me assured me that nothing was wrong, most likely, but checked for a heartbeat to give me reassurance. When they couldn’t find one, they gave me an ultrasound. No one would answer my questions of “What’s going on?” And “is everything okay?” Although at that point I already knew it wasn’t okay.

They finally told me that Ava’s heart had stopped beating and that they would induce labor shortly. They started giving me medicine for induction around 8 am on October 6, but I didn’t even begin to dilate until about 10 pm that night. I was given an epidural because the pain was so intense around 2 am. I finally delivered Ava at almost 4 pm the following day, October 7.

The doctor told me that her heart had stopped beating several days prior, and recommended that I not see her. I didn’t really know that most people did see their babies, and at the time, I didn’t know that I would ache so badly later to have seen her and held her no matter what she looked like.

My sweet Ava was 1 pound, 3 ounces and was 12 and 1/2 inches long. I ache every day to have her with me. My due date is 3 days from today and I can’t help but imagine what my life would be like if I was trying to finish up last minute things for Ava’s arrival instead of figuring out how to get through another day without very much hope. It’s an awful feeling.

My family and friends have been incredibly supportive, but my friends are, like me, 17. They don’t understand what this is like, or how much and how intensely it hurts. They don’t know what to say, and I feel all alone again.

It’s hard even now to imagine my life without Ava in it, and it’s been almost 3 months since I lost her. I keep wondering when it will get better. My friends are carrying on normal teenage lives, worrying about boys, prom, or clothes, but I find it impossible to do that. I don’t exactly know where to go now that I’m readjusting my life again. I know this post is probably really depressing, I just don’t know how else to feel.

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Calling all Messengers!

If you are a passionate advocate in the fields of perinatal psychology, maternity, childbirth and/or bereavement, stillbirthday wants to hear from you!

We’re going to be building a collection of messages from speakers, authors, advocates all over the world in all areas related to birth and bereavement, and we want you to be a part!

Just use the form below, and we’ll set up a 45 minute session, where we’re just going to chat it out, and you can share about your passions, your work and your message.  And these exclusive interviews will be held in an awesome library collection just for our virtual workshops!

If you’re a messenger, this is a really neat time to get connected with other messengers you might otherwise wouldn’t have, and to share your message in a community who will benefit greatly from you and your work!

Our interview sessions will begin in February.  These will be fully audio/visual/typing capable meetings through Stillbirthday University.  Selected speakers will be given presenter access for our recordings.  If you’re wanting to listen to the experts in your fields of interest, you can click here to learn about all of our workshops, and click here to register here for our virtual workshops.

 

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When experts come together to share their hearts, we are the ones who benefit.  Check out the speakers for our Virtual Workshops and make sure you’re registered and ready to be validated, equipped, and moved by their messages.

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Elly Taylor

Counsellor, author of Becoming Us and advocate and international speaker on all subjects pertaining to healthy relationships.

 

 

 

 

 

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Deb Puterbaugh

Founder of Institute of Feminine Arts & Sciences, Communications Board Liaison of Association for Prenatal and Perinatal Psychology and Health (APPPAH), licensed Midwife

 

 

 

 

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Kelly Townsend

 

Arizona House of Representatives, author of Christ Centered Childbirth, and founder of Cascade Christian Childbirth Association.

 

 

 

 

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Darren Mattock

Founder of Becoming Dad (also found on Facebook), spokesperson and facilitator of education, engagement and support for fathers.

 

 

 

 

 

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Donna Murphy

Founder of Heaven’s Gain, providing infant caskets and more.

 

 

 

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Lauretta Clay

Certified SBD Doula, Doula Advisory Team Leader

 

 

 

 

 

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Dawn Gilner

Licensed Professional Counselor, Founder of Maguire Gilner Foundation

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What is Death Midwifery?

The global community of birth professionals continue to wrap love around the Gaskin family, and it is a time many of us who are birth doulas or birth midwives are drawing the parallels, some for the first time, between supporting during birth, and supporting during death.

But, there is a need for a clarification of terms, so I’d like to explain those.  Let’s step out of birth and death altogether for a moment and I’ll compare these terms to a life event that also has parallels – a wedding.

Maid/Matron of Honor – someone who provides emotional and moral support.  Someone who listens to you, assess what needs you might have, and presents you with options to choose from.  This person is most commonly a “she”, but, yours may not be; for our example she will be.  You can call her at midnight to tell her that you’re scared, or excited, or both, and she’ll remind you that no matter what, she is with you.  That you can do this.  She’ll remind you of your strengths, remind of your support, and she’ll rally the team together to strengthen and support you.  And if she’s really good, she’ll also have many of the same skills as your wedding planner.  If you’re not already super close before your big day, you’ll probably be close because of it.  That’s a doula.

Justice of Peace/Preacher/Chaplain – on the beautiful day, this is the person you stand in front of to deliver your commitment as a unit.  You pick this person out beforehand, making sure they see your vision and that they’re a good match for it.  You agree on the date, and you meet together.  You stand before this person on your big day.  You are the one making the vow, not this person.  But this person is essential in making sure your vow actually happens.  That’s a midwife.

Courthouse – let’s just toss this in there because even though it’s not the fun part, it is a formality.  Does your beloved have a criminal record?  Are you agreeing to a prenuptual agreement?  Do you file taxes?  The fine print.  The stuff that takes all the pretty out of your day and puts it into documentation.  The legal stuff.  For extreme simplicity’s sake, we’ll call that the hospital, the doctors, and/or the laws in your area surrounding your birthing choices.

I just don’t want the value of what Ina May Gaskin has brought to the birthing choices of mothers to become diluted as I’m seeing the mistakes in droves as people are comparing her experience right now to death midwifery, but doing so by erroneously speaking of the role of a “death midwife” as “bereavement doula“.

Here at stillbirthday, we train and certify both, birth & bereavement doulas, and, what others are calling death midwives – but we call ourselves midwives of thanatology.  So let me address these two terms.

A birth & bereavement doula provides support prior to birth, during birth, during the welcoming, during the farewell, and during the healing journey.  This support is provided in much of the same capacity as our maid of honor, looked at earlier.  You can learn more about our birth & bereavement doula certification program, here.

A midwife of thanatology, also provides support prior to birth, during birth, during the welcoming, during the farewell, and during the healing journey.  In fact, the SBD doula program is a prerequisite into the midwife of thanatology program.  But the midwife of thanatology is comparable to chaplain in the example above, and in fact we call this program our SBD Chaplaincy program.  A midwife of thanatology helps you exert your rights as you prepare for the event of your farewell.  Your local birth midwife knows your local laws regarding where you can birth, with whom, and under what laws.  Your local midwife of thanatology, knows your rights of sepulcher, knows the difference between hospital policy and local law regarding your time with your deceased beloved, knows where you might bury or cremate, and can officiate the farewell, exactly as a chaplain might speak at a funeral.

Let us all understand that birth doula and midwife are not the same, and neither is birth & bereavement doula and midwife of thanatology.  And let us understand that all of these roles are of tremendous value.

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This is what was shared via our facebook page yesterday:

“Ina May Gaskin is in many ways a trailblazer of non-medical childbirth options and is known as a mother of midwifery.
While the world celebrates her contributions to the options in childbirth, facilitating bonding and joy between mothers and newborns, her first birth resulted in her beloved newborn son, Christian, dying in her arms.
I honor Ina May not even for her work, but for her motherhood journey.
Today, everyone who celebrates Ina May for her contributions to birthing choices is gathering to pray and send healing thoughts as it is being reported that her beloved Stephen is nearing his death.
Ina May, I am so sorry for the death of your son, Christian.  Thank you for bringing joy to mothers through your own motherhood experiences, that you see the value of birth intrinsically, the value of mothers loving and connecting with our babies, no matter what, and for finding ways to facilitate that.
May these moments with your beloved Stephen now be filled with significance to you, even joy, and may you be given a space to just authentically honor your journey, free from the scrutiny and publicity that has chased you since your first birth, and may you just find spiritual and emotional rest in these moments as your beloved may be entering his.”

Megan Koren, SBD

Certified Birth & Bereavement Doula® serving Pennsylvania

email: MeganKoren.SBD@stillbirthday.info

 

Serving Lancaster, Berks, Montgomery and Chester counties

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Which Side Are You On?

Ah, the questions.

Even years later, I still get them.

Once,  after supporting families and before returning to care for the needs of my own family, I would stop all of my responsibilities to answer these endless interviews because I felt that if I could borrow the time to offer clarity, I should.  That somehow, it was serving.

The emails, private messages, the public forums where people debate and want to know just exactly where stillbirthday sets camp on any number of issues from elective abortion to home birth to religion have been responded to with thoughtfulness and care (even when the questions were accusations and intentionally void of respect or thoughtfulness) because I believed it was one other way I was serving.

Today, though, the questions are actually a distraction.

So I will compile the questions in one space, and answer them.

The answer is the same for all of the questions, actually.  If you draw a line between pro- and anti- anything, rest assured that stillbirthday as a whole probably does not rest on one ground or the other.  Yes, we have individuals representing stillbirthday who find their home on any side of any issue, indeed.  And that is wonderful.  But no, as a whole we do not plant our loyalties on any one ground.  No, that thin dark line that seems so solid to you on your ground, it actually opens into a chasm of darkness and a pool of loneliness and abandonment, wherever you draw that line, and on whatever subject you might imagine.

And it is in that chasm that I walk.

I serve families literally every single day.  And walking through that darkness with families, only to climb out of that valley to find self-righteous inquiries, petitions waiving in my face asking for my signature to confirm where my loyalties are at, am I pro-life, do I hate homebirth, do I support non-Christians, it’s such an insult to the journey the families endure that I flat don’t have any positive kindness to muster toward any such inquiries anymore.

I don’t want your approval, I don’t need your permission.  I serve families, not politics.

And before you come at me with your tale that the question is founded in your own personal experiences, know that if it truly was, you wouldn’t be asking me such questions.  You’d recognize that all families deserve support through the journey of birth and bereavement.  That my supporting other families does not invalidate you, and I will not allow you to invalidate them by spending any more time indulging in such inquiries.  Whatever your politics are, whatever your morals, background, experiences, feelings are, you have a right to them as a bereaved individual and/or in your role as a professional serving bereaved families.  You can stand your ground without needing me to join it.  And with as much commitment, endurance, transparency and love as I offer to any family on the other side of any line you’ve drawn, I will offer equal portion to you.  Love does not need to retract from one side to give to the other.

There is no conformity here, no legalism here, no brainwashing politicking here.

I walk the thin dark line where birth and bereavement meet.  You will not pull me out of that to serve your side, because regardless of what side of whatever issue you are on, the side is not what needs serving.

So the real issue is not which side I am on, but the real issue is why sides are being served rather than families.

Here’s my public service announcement: I serve families, not politics.  It’s really just that simple.

So if you’ll excuse me, there are families in the chasm who deserve to be loved on, and I must excuse myself from your campaigns that serve sides rather than families.  If you’d care to join me, you are welcome, and we will walk and grow together.  It takes real courage to dare to move closer to that line, dare to reach out to touch it, and see that it opens into a whole world of pain, and it takes even more courage to dare to journey into it.  But if you do, I promise you the rewards are great.  No accolades, no fancy publicity, no spotlight on you.  You will never be the winner here.  In fact as you’ll gather from this message, you’ll find you might be challenged and interrogated and even betrayed and forsaken or scorned at every turn.  For years to come.

There is no fanfare.  There is loneliness.

There is no trophy.  There is selflessness.

There are no riches.  There is sacrifice.

There is no magical eraser of pain.  There is suffering.

But if you dare to go where you’ve never gone before, if you dare to walk with the hurting, you will be the one who is healed.

I have no other way of offering that to you.  It is a gift, a treasure, you will receive only when you give up everything else.

It is no wonder I don’t fit into your side, or even sides I once stood on.  I wouldn’t give up the darkness for the world, for here in the valley is where the cleanest light shines.  It is a light of hope, of transparency, of courage, of love, of healing.

It is everything to me.  Walking the thin, dark line.

That is my campaign, my land, my position.

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And I Felt It

Told by: Andrea

We found out I was pregnant with our second pregnancy at the end of October. I felt nauseous three days before I was even late for my period so I had a feeling we got pregnant right away. Sure enough, 4 days later, I tested positive.

I was feeling increasingly tired each day, and was not concerned that this would end in miscarriage. At 7.5 weeks, I went in for our first ultrasounds, and just like my first pregnancy, all we could see was the yolk sac. My NMW was concerned about a blighted ovum and told me to come back a week later, as I was only measuring on the cusp of 6 weeks- which would still be normal to not see the fetal pole and heartbeat. I came back a week later without my husband as he had to work, and lo and behold…there were now TWO yolk sacs, two fetal poles, and one baby with a beating heart. While I was sad that one didn’t have a heartbeat, it was also measuring smaller, so we thought perhaps by the next ultrasound it would catch up. I also knew vanishing twins is common, and was prepared for that.

I continued to feel pregnant (aka ill), so again- I was not prepared for what lay ahead. We took our almost 3 year old daughter to our next ultrasound 1 week later and I was immediately uncomfortable. I can’t tell you why- I still don’t know. I just had an icky feeling. I saw right away that the babies hadn’t grown at all, and that the one baby that did have a beating, appeared to have lost the heartbeat somewhere right after our previous appointment. I still didn’t believe it.

They sent me up to OB and I had to wait for a doctor whom I’ve never met to tell me that I had lost the pregnancy. She had looked back through all the previous ultrasounds and noticed that it wasn’t growing as we would expect, and that the heart rate was low which can indicate miscarriage. She informed me that I had the option to do a D&C, or wait to miscarry on my own. I opted to wait to miscarry on my own. I had given birth before, I wanted to say goodbye in the privacy of my own home. So, I went home and cried.

I cried all the way home. I felt grief that I didn’t expect to feel- after all, I barely knew these two little ones existed- how could my heart hurt so much? But, I was experiencing the loss of hope, the loss of a dream, the loss of a future part of our family and I felt it.

After a week, I had gradually lost all of my symptoms. I was only having twinges of cramping and some very light spotting, so I went to my Naturopathic MD who gave me some homeopathic medications that would basically start a period (or induce labor if the pregnancy is unviable). About 4 days after that I started having heavy HARD cramping, and I began to miscarry.

It was so much more painful than I thought- it was a full on labor, not just a heavy period. I was not prepared for that. It was about 8-9 hours of off and on heavy, hard contractions, and then I would lose some tissue, rest, start all over again. The bleeding was pretty heavy, so I ended up going to urgent care, who then sent me to the ER to do an ultrasound to make sure the miscarriage was complete.

Thankfully, by the time I got there, I had passed everything on my own and had no need for a D&C. The real grief hit me the next day- that huge drop in hormones. Boy. That was so tough. I just couldn’t stop crying- but I let myself feel it all. All the anger, sadness, hurt, loss. These were mine, after all. And they are no longer.

Then came the awkward situations that would stir up heartache- hearing others announce their pregnancy at the time I would have, seeing announcements of a due date that was the same as mine. Just having to be reminded that I am not pregnant anymore. It is so hard. But, I do believe we will have more children. I have a lot of hope in that.

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The SBD® Doula provides support to families experiencing birth in any trimester and in any outcome.

Here at stillbirthday.info, you can learn about the SBD® Doula.